Thalia hovered over the Passiflora and did her best to capture a shimmering dew drop inside the burgeoning bud. “Is this thing ever going to open?” A sense of urgency often found the Muse of Wit leaping great distances while leaving important pieces to be filled in by someone else. “Donna said her plant already has two open blooms. Look!” Tal dropped a photo Donna had texted at the beginning of last week into today’s love letter.
Calliope shrugged and offered a brilliant, twinkly-eyed grin. “Comparison is the thief of joy! Adopt the pace of nature… her secret is patience.”
“Suspense can be delicious?” Urania asked. “Inspiration offers little in the way of guarantees, insurance, or timetables. We have to take what she offers with a vigorous vine of trust.”
Words from Typist:
This morning I read a passage from The Wisdom of the Sands by Antoine de Saint-Exupery and found myself tickled by mystery and magic in his discussion of perfection. I closed yesterday’s love letter with… Perfect is a trap I’ll side-step. Synchronicity!
“You will never win battles,” I told them, “because you seek perfection. But perfection is a — museum-piece! You rule out mistakes. You never move until you are fully justified by precedent. But where have you ever seen the future proved by dialectics? Just as you seek to hinder throughout the land the coming forth of painters, sculptors, great inventors — even so you will hinder victory.”
Passion is the why?
And reason is the how?